O! To be an artisan!
A hand-made part of the world
That knows the burn and aching as a remnant of your work
Instead of wearing out of ghosts, chasing long departed smoke
That's buried my scares somewhere deep and far below
What's more elusive than love?
And can you snatch it up?
Knowing full well in time there will be blood?
Cause I'm all searching and emptiness
A hand-me-down version of happenstance
But I ain't coming home no more
Facing the failures the youth in me has ignored
I ain't coming home nor more
It's a cold-hearted mirror that stings when I stare
Eyes moving to the floor
O! To be a settler!
A land grab of what you can find
Take the good and bad as fast as your horse can ride
Or do you broaden the stride?
Seek a green, lush creekside?
Though the stake your waving might be holding up a surrender white
O! To be a sailor!
Work it out on the sea
Breathe that salt and sun, see the best and worst of what a god can be
But from port to port, each strange and tempting shore
Has the madness rise, anchor dropped, rusted to sail no more
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